Page 75 of Seducer

Zach flitted his eyes up to mine, the corners of his mouth uplifting. I wasn’t certain how to read his expression other than it was full of possession.

“Is this how you seduce your women?” I muttered as I tilted my head back, enjoying the delicate thrum of vibrations.

“I’ll let you in on a secret. I haven’t seduced a single woman. Until you.”

“Mmmm… Why am I special?”

He dropped his head, flicking his tongue back and forth before sucking on one hardened bud. I was forced to grip the edge of his desk to keep from teetering over.

The man was almost fully clothed and I was completely naked. How sinful of me. Of us both.

Before giving my other nipple attention, he lifted his head once again. “Because you’re just like me. You crave the shadows lurking in the dark.”

The thought was strangely perfect. I kept my eyes closed as he teased me, scintillating every nerve ending. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs, butterflies rolling in my stomach. There were several reasons for it including the fact he was my boss. He was my masked man. I was certain of it. And to some extent, he was in control of my destiny.

I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

When he bit down on my nipple, I issued a loud moan that brought a follow-up laugh. I was more nervous around him than I’d been at the incredible bed and breakfast. There was no accounting for that other than our masks were off, exposing who and what we were.

Although I doubted I’d ever learn everything about Zach. He wasn’t the kind of man to share anything more about his past. Just like I’d never done. Maybe we were more alike than I’d originally thought. Were his words jarring? Yes. Did they also evoke tremendous sadness inside? Absolutely. Whatever had occurred when he was a small child had shaped him.

Just like my parents’ deaths had done with me.

There was no sense of illusion, no lies we could tell ourselves and firmly believe. We were damaged, our souls fractured from unspeakable acts. The tether we shared was based on acts of violence, anger, and sadness as well as the intense desire burning deep within both our cores.

The shot of anguish quickly morphed into extreme pleasure as he returned to sucking on my aching nipple, taking his time to give the same amount of attention to both.

I wanted to touch him, but the moment I reached out, he clamped his hand around mine, issuing a single strangely attractive sound. He pinched my other hardened bud before rolling his fingers down my stomach, tickling my pussy with only two long digits.

“Were you dreaming of me the night you pleasured yourself?” he asked and the question threw me.

My eyes opened wide, his admittance of invading my private space enthralling. He was a stalker, an admitted killer, but the excitement tearing through me was increasing exponentially.

“You were there. You’ve been stalking me.”

“Have I?” He laughed softly and drove four fingers deep inside my pussy. “Didn’t you call that protecting you?”

“Against what? You?”

He laughed and the sound echoed in my eardrums, igniting even more electric vibrations.

I was still so tight, the thrust of his hand slightly shocking. My pussy muscles were forced to stretch as he flexed his fingers open. But he only pumped a few times before removing them.

“Open that naughty mouth of yours, Wild Kitty,” he commanded.

I licked my lips, but did as I was told. When he rammed his fingers inside, I was thrown by how sweet I tasted.

“That’s it. Suck me, Wild Kitty. I could tell you were wishing I was in bed with you, touching you. Kissing you. Making you feel so good.”

I wrapped one hand around his wrist, swirling my tongue back and forth as I licked his fingers clean.

“Yes, you like when games are played. I can see right through your conservative façade, my sweet. And don’t worry. There will be more to come, but when you least expect it. Nothing will ever be the same again. Don’t close your eyes or the boogeyman might come.”

Why did his words thrill me so much? When he removed his fingers, I whimpered softly from the loss.

Zach took another deep breath and fisted my hair roughly, pulling my body down until my back was only inches from the surface of his desk. He held me there in limbo as he pushed my legs apart, yanking my butt to the edge.

I was held in place as he unfastened his trousers, his chest rising and falling from the same level of excitement I felt.

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